As soon as the bald gourd fell to the ground, I hurriedly checked the wound of his young master.
I leaned over and took a flashlight to look at it.
I saw a long and thin thorn inserted into the heart of Wang Qingzheng's right hand.
The fat man said: "It's strange.
Someone has chewed chicken bones in this hole."
Siyan held Mr.
Wang's hand and picked out the thin thorn with his fingertips: "It's not a chicken bone, it's a human bone."
Bald Lao pressed the wound with his thumb, then gently pulled out the bone.
He held it under the light for a long time and said, "How can such a thin bone be human?
Lawyer Qin, please stop scaring us." " Si Yan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Whether they are human bones or not, you can look at the ground for yourselves."
I came in longer than them all, and I only focused on looking at the murals on the stone walls, never paying attention to my feet.
After being reminded by the four eyes, we all cast our sights on the ground.
I had always thought I was treading on uneven gravel.
Only then did I realize that the ground was covered with white bones, broken like gravel.
If there weren't some undamaged corpses in the corner, no one would dare to look at it.
The paving in the Hundred Ghost Pit is not white quartz stone, but thick human bones.
I stepped forward to inspect one of the unbroken bones.
This corpse had long arms and legs, and its skull was twice the size of an average person.
The most unusual thing was the bulge in the middle of the skull, which had been polished by a blunt instrument.
It's almost invisible, but if you look closely, you can still find something like a bone growth growing in the center of the frontal bone.
"Buried here is also the Cremer witch doctor with horns on his head."
"I don't see it," I lifted up a leg bone and gestured at the side of my calf, "Look, it has grown more than half, at least two or three meters."
Wang Qingzheng smiled: "Why, don't let people from Kerimo be higher than you, Mr.
Hu?"
Four Eyes said: "The bones of the human body grow in proportion.
Take the shopkeeper for example, he is over 1.8 meters tall.
When these human bones stand upright, they are at least three meters high."
He said while picking up more "Pick up a bone," this is not an isolated phenomenon.
Pick any bone in the pit and you will see the same bone ratio.
For example.
In other words, the average height of the people buried here was about three meters during their lifetime.
This is completely different from the Cremo people we have seen.
Even if it is a human mutation caused by the natural environment, it is absolutely impossible to be short.
It happened within a certain period of time.
So what’s buried here must be different from the mass burial above, and it won’t be the corpse of the Cremo witch doctor.”
"I have never heard of any race of people that can reach an average height of more than three meters."
Bald Lao gestured with his hands and said, "This is incredible.
Who are the people buried in the White Ghost Pit?
Are they still human?”
I think of the old witch doctor's parchment.
The tomb robbers in the late Qing Dynasty followed the cargo ships of the East Indian Ocean Company to the American continent.
What they were initially looking for was the gold veins buried deep in the jungle.
Finally, due to local legends and unique landform features, it was concluded that there was a large tomb beneath Malik's lair.
Therefore, he started digging in the sand and digging in the wilderness of a foreign land.
Unexpectedly, he dug out a cave full of "ghosts".
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Of the five men who changed their lives across the ocean, only two of them returned.
Escape from the tomb.
They were trapped deep in the jungle and couldn't find a way out.
In the end, ghost horns grew on their heads and potholes appeared on their bodies, becoming like the buried monsters in the monster cave.
Nanyang businessmen believed that this was a curse caused by ghosts and monsters, so they built a "golden chicken hatching phoenix" in the sky above the monster cave to break the feng shui here and cut off the evil spirit in the Hundred Ghost Pit.
After his death, he was buried in a Feng Shui tomb by the remaining survivors to use as a deterrent.
Later, because his appearance became weird and he could no longer integrate into civilized society, the grave robber with the ghost horns on his head simply stayed in the jungle and intermarried with the local indigenous people.
Because of his special appearance and relatively advanced scientific knowledge, he was adopted by the indigenous people.
They regarded him as a sage and became the witch doctor of the tribe.
The function of witch doctor has been passed down from generation to generation among the descendants of tomb robbers, and it is unknown how many generations it has been.
What happened in the past is gradually forgotten, but the descendants of the tomb robbers will never forget that there is a terrible curse stamped on them, so they go to the tombs built by their ancestors before they die.
Because only there is their true destination.
As for the Hundred Ghost Pit under the tomb, the old witch doctor did not explain in detail in the parchment what kind of sacred place was inside.
I think, firstly, because it was so old, the old witch doctor may not know what his predecessors saw specifically; Secondly, even if you know something, you may not record it.
You may be afraid that your descendants will break into the Hundred Ghost Pit without authorization and bring greater disaster.
It’s just that who are these giants with their ghost horns removed before us?
Why were they buried here, and what special powers they had that could curse others after death, turning a group of tomb robbers into weird shapes that looked neither human nor ghosts, and they never had a home to return to.
I pinned my hope of finding answers on the stone paintings on the caves, and said to Wang Qingzheng: "Young Master Wang, since you are a college student who graduated from a prestigious school, do you have any unique insights into the stone paintings carved on the walls?"
Wang Qingzheng followed us all the way and was often teased and bullied.
As soon as he heard that I asked him a question, his eyes smiled until there was only a slit in his eyes: "It's easy to talk about.
Who am I, Wang Qingzheng, and Liu Meng, a top student at Harvard?
Turn on the lamp and let me study these murals."
I actually wanted to distract everyone by complimenting him like this.
Because the underground is closed and the environment is dark, many people will have visual hallucinations.
In addition, the remains of the Unicorn are buried in the Hundred Ghost Pit, which itself has a very deterrent effect. , it is naturally better to let Wang Qingzheng interpret the murals on the wall and tell everyone about history than a group of people making up some random jokes about strange powers and gods.
I have seen many murals on stone tablets in various ancient tombs, but most of them are Chinese-style scattered perspective paintings.
There are generally two types of tomb paintings, one is to record the life of the deceased, and the second is to describe the world after death. , there is also a third type, which are simple sacrificial murals, carved in the tomb to have a certain deterrent effect.
As for whether it is to prevent the tomb owner from being harassed by spirits after death, or to intimidate the gold diggers who come to rob the tomb, It is all up to future generations to speculate.
Wang Qingzheng took out a small notebook and explained while recording: "The murals on this wall roughly tell the story of the descendants of the sun god Yinti, defeating the evil god and defending their homeland.
These murals have no fixed chronological order and need to be done later.
Organize and sort.
Let me see the contents of the other murals."
The masked chief was so frightened by the murals left by his ancestors that he could not speak.
He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
With his palms facing up, he performed the Inca salute with his face toward the ceiling.
The fat man nudged me secretly with his elbow, and I stepped aside with him.
He asked me in a low voice: "I can't be sure what he said.
I don't think there is much to study on the wall.
Pick a few loose pieces."
Yes, let's put it in our backpack and take it out to exchange for dollars.
Why stay here and listen to his nonsense?
It's more important to find the temple and Shire."
I said: "We have been here for so long, and you can see that the two old bee candles you lit are burning brightly.
Archeology is different from tomb robbing.
They pay more attention to the restoration and interpretation of history.
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We started here and have a deep understanding of the Incas.
If you’re not familiar with the culture and history, it’s rare to find such an ancient tomb with clues hidden inside.
It doesn’t hurt to look around for a while, maybe you can find some clues about the location of the Inca temple
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